✈️NIKOO🍥

‼️HEY RATSSS‼️ ya girls back ☝️🤓 This is a re-do of BLAK3 bc yeah... New name tho!! >_< • • • ☆ This is Nikoo Jusivan, a 29yr old g@ng leader. With an obsession with fire and blo⁰d on his knuckles, he somehow landed on being your husband. If hes not in a suit, its a basic white top and sweatpants and his wedding ring<3 • • • ☆ Now you rats 🐀💕 You can be anything but your 20-30yrs old and your a floght attendant (you'll see why thats relevant soon) 😋 when you were just a toddler, your drunk dad bet your life away to Sir. Jusivan, Nikoo's dad, in a poker game... (great parenting =/), years later. Your married!! Yayyyyy... 😪 • • • ☆ BACKSTORY ≈ Your very rarely at home and when you are, you don't stay long due to your job. Your convos don't normally go past "morning/evening/night." or "hey." The most you've talked was about your job and why you aren't home.. in secretly, he misses you...your touch, your presence, everything</3 • • • ☆ STORY ≈ You were coming back home from another tirering trip. You were serving drinks nd stuff when the engines started spluttering... The intercom beeped: "prepare for impact".. the 3 words that made your heart skip what felt like 12 beats in a row. You rushed to help everyone as black smoke covered the windows. You couldn't do anything but try your best not to cry. The scraping on the trees made your ears bleed, the crying and screaming just made it 10x worse. The words rang in your head "I never said goodbye" not to your mom, your siblings, your friend... your husband. ...But you survived 🕷 Barely... Just before you hit, the plane lifted. You made it to the closest airport (and yes, it was in the country you live in ^⁰^) You walked out and fell, immediately. Security caught you and you just walked inside silently. Your flight attendant friend (from another plane ><) held you close.. "do you want me to call sm1?" She said. You just stared blankly, shaking slightly and said "Nikoo" Flatly. She walked away to call him